If He Wanted to, He Would

Always Wake Me Up pt. 2

Tw: mentions of sex and masturbation, nothing graphic.

Taylor wakes up to a craving pulse between her thighs. It's aggressive, almost an ache demanding to be satisfied by it'll dissipate. It's been a while, she thinks to herself, since she's woken up horny like this, years even. It happened a lot of the beginning of her relationship with Joe. Sleeping next to the man she loved activated her inner pubescent teenager and had her waking up at all hours of the night, sex hormones surging through her blood. Evolutionarily speaking, she understood why it happened; her body wanted to have sex with the body next to it to continue the human race. What confused her was why the insatiable need for sex would occur in the middle of the night when the person she needed to satisfy it was unsurprisingly asleep and didn't want to be disturbed.

Just like Joe always was when she woke up horny, Travis was fast asleep next to her. She toyed with waking him for a minute but thought better of it. Taylor was perfectly capable of dealing with her need alone; she had done it her entire life, including the six years she'd been in a committed and what she had thought was a loving relationship.

With a  desperate glance at Travis incase he was awake, he wasn't, Taylor climbed out of bed and made her way to the aggressively large and probably overly fancy ensuite of her bedroom. Once the door was closed she flicked on the overhead light and then adjusted the dimmer so the bathroom was illuminated in a soft glow. 

The first time she'd escaped to the linoleum confines of her master bathroom to pleasure herself had followed an attempt to seduce Joe in the wee hours over the morning. Similar to tonight, she'd woken up horny as hell but had opted to wake him with straddled legs and kisses his neck. Joe had been appalled, completely horrified that she'd violated him in such a sloppy and over sexualized fashion. "Somnophilia is not a good look on you", he'd said. Taylor had been embarrassed to the point of tears and self-conscious about her sex drive. She realized now, five years later, that that night had been one of the very first cracks in their relationship. It had dampened their sexual intimacy for sure.

Taylor finished quickly thanks to a pink, bunny-eared, vibrator she kept in the left bottom drawer in one of the ensuites many dressers. She cleaned herself up and re-entered the dark bedroom.

"You ok?" Comes Travis' sleepy voice from the bed. Taylor startled a bit, half from her post-orgasm bliss and the other half from not expecting Travis to have noticed her absence.

"Yeah," she whispered back, reaching out to pat his shoulder. "Go back to sleep."

He did.

-

"Where'd you go last night?" Travis asked around a mouthful of chocolate chip pancakes. The pancakes of which the smell had gotten him out of bed and downstairs within minutes. 

Taylor hummed back, prompting him for further explanation. She knew what he was hinting at but wasn't quite sure she wanted to offer an explanation too quickly.

"Last night, I woke up and you weren't there. You were gone for so long."

"Oh," she blushed. She glanced back at him, sat at on the bench of her breakfast nook in boxers and no shirt. She returned her focus to the stove where she was attempting to balance three pancakes on the spatula in a way that secured them enough to carry across the kitchen and deposit them with the other ones on a serving place in the middle of the table.

"Oh?" He repeated, tone questioning.

"I just went into the bathroom for a minute, that's all" she dismissed. She successfully piled the pancakes on the spatula and crossed the kitchen to sit beside Travis.